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ATL Jacob, he a fucking millionaire Aye, broke bitch better lower her tone VVS, yes, all in my stones Every car no lease, I own I don't stay with my momma, I'm grown These hoes wanna play with my throne Lil' bitch better watch her tone I might pull up with the drumline, Pull out the brass and blow the trombone 414 that's home Nigga don't play, I run my zone Signed no label, I don't need no loan Hours and hours, my money is long Post in the paint, I feel like Malone Beefing bout' niggas, ain't something I condone Since I was twenty, been up with them drones I'm knowing they proud of me, I got it on Okay, okay, okay I'm back with avengence Bitch wanting beef, better stop, period Just like the end of the sentence In the bank I got perfect attendance Through the back, I don't go through the entrance You hoes be standing in line You hating, but buying my tickets Okay, okay, upgrade the Louie' I'm swapping my purses All on my page, story, views I see you jays, y'all always be lurking I got the money, the power, respect, The ice, the juice, you hoes be slupring All of this water, it still ain't been touched I feel like St. Thomas, this pussy a Virgin Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Bring out them racks today I make a hundred a play Yo' nigga still dreaming that he got a shot, huh, MLK Okay, it's indisputable, Female Goat I'm getting colder, Moncler coat Killing these bitches don't show up for court Bring me the hookah, I been with the smoke Hoes tryna' steal my flow Hoes tryna' steal my swag You bitches broke as a motherfucking joke I look at you bitches and laugh OKAY